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1. Writing photos, stories and compositions Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up? Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents.

When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks.

Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years. I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem. Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly.

At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment. Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope. It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown. Stories of Old Photos When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of my eyes.

Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time. I am about three years old in the photo.

The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday".

Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday! As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me. Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life.

Years later, when you see this photo again, say no.

2. One of my photo compositions: How to write a photo:

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one!

My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but I didn't expect my father to turn off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side.

At this moment, I no longer feel that * * * is a ghost, but that * * * is so sweet, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

Two:

Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.

In my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me. It was taken where the Red Army flew over the Luding Bridge.

Last May Day, our family was discussing where to travel. Dad said, "Why don't we go on a red tour this year?" ! Go to Luding Bridge. "Let's go, we embarked on a red journey. The scenery along the way is beautiful, with mountains, forests and clouds. It feels like a fairyland on earth. After a few hours' drive, I finally came to Luding Bridge, which I have been longing for for for for a long time.

Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Ganzi Prefecture, Sichuan Province. At first glance, it's just an ordinary iron cable bridge on the Dadu River. But after listening to the introduction of the guide aunt, I have a new understanding of Luding Bridge. It turned out that in order to stop the Red Army's Long March, the enemy tore down the boards on the bridge and kept shooting with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here. But instead of being discouraged, they braved the enemy's bullets to crawl on the chain and won the final victory.

I want to walk on the bridge, too, but as soon as I get there, the bridge starts to shake. I quickly held the chain by the bridge and was shocked to see the rolling Dadu River water under the bridge. Considering how difficult it is for the Red Army to fly over Luding Bridge, I have a sincere admiration for them. Dad said, "Let's take a picture here as a souvenir." Click, I took a photo on the Luding Bridge.

Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.

Three:

There is a very warm and harmonious family photo on my desk. It's still new, because that's what I cherish. At that time, I was in primary school. For holidays, I just want to play unilaterally. Mom and dad are very satisfied. But this time is an exception. They have something to go back to their hometown, and because I have to study, they can't take me with them. A few days before departure, they asked me to take care of me during my period and bought me a lot of things as if to please me. I know they're leaving. I don't want to pester them like hooligans, but I look helpless. This is a relief for them. Finally, there is only one day left, and they will leave tomorrow. This is the first time I have been separated from them for so long. "Shanshan, mom is leaving tomorrow. Do you need anything else? " Mother asked in her softest voice. "Mom, you have to go. Can you give me a photo? " I said, looking at her wistfully. "Sure, which one do you want?" Mother asked politely. "I want a photo of me, my father and you. It's a family photo!" I held my mother's hand as if begging. "Well, you wait a moment. I'll look for it. " Then she got up and left. "no!" I grabbed her and said, "I want the old one, I want the present one, just today." Mom looked at me and said, "OK, we'll leave when Dad comes back, OK?" "good!" I nodded my head. I took my parents by the hand and came to the photo studio. I was so excited that I realized my wish there with my favorite parents. They left the next day. In the more than twenty days after they left, I don't know how many nights, holding it, thinking about mom and dad, and gradually falling asleep. In my sleep, I dreamed of living with them. Although it has been a long time, this photo has always been my favorite. It is my soul and comfort when I am lonely.

3. Write a photo composition. Affection is indispensable to life and the most important emotion.

-Inscription This is a family photo of our family and the only one at present. How time flies! It passed in the blink of an eye.

This photo has been taken for six years. Every time I look at the photo frame, I always look at the family photos carefully: aunt, uncle, second aunt, second uncle, uncle, menstruation, mom and dad, grandparents, cousins. I look so happy.

The wrinkles on grandpa's forehead and the silver thread on grandma's head all tell their weather-beaten life journey. Of course, they can appreciate the joy of life best.

I clearly remember that it was the Spring Festival in 2000, and the whole family, old and young, rushed back to their grandparents' homes from all over the country for the reunion year. At that time, I was only seven years old and sensible, but I didn't know the true meaning of reunion at all, only that there were many people.

But since then, the whole family has rarely been together. Now every holiday, either my cousin didn't come, or my cousin didn't come ... Grandma always regrets to say to herself, "When can the whole family get together again?" When you are busy, it is always the easiest to ignore the mood of the older generation. Now, this family photo is slowly yellowing under the erosion of years, but the happy smile of the whole family is always so fresh.

I think maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Our whole family will definitely get together again.

There will definitely be a more beautiful and treasured family photo. Pure friendship and passionate love will eventually become family ties.

Friends! May you cherish this indelible feeling. -Postscript.

4. A photo has been written for six years. Take a close-up with a camera, or even longer, because the stadium is close to home, the laughter and laughter of seven years ago floated out.

From those yellow album pages. I remember my father telling me that he dusted off the shallow dust on the cover, opened it in the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, snapped a few photos from time to time, dressed in pink, and played carefree at the seaside ... Every old photo has warm memories.

Count, one. Look at this old photo, it is the color of memory, it is witness, it is the laughter planted in the stadium; In the old photos, childhood fragments were easily shaken off, but there were only five. At that time, I was a child.

In the old photos, the familiar smile aroused the dribs and drabs of memories and instantly gathered into an ocean. Although wearing a knee-length skirt and a white gauze skirt, is it really me, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun, it happens that I am a tomboy who "wears skirts to learn to shoot" with traces of time, but I am naughty and active, regardless of the "lady image", holding the rusty parallel bars in the stadium with fat fingers; Mom in the old photo? I am in the photo, like a blink of an eye, with dark eyes and an old smell.

Look at this picture. In the old photo, my father sat in a chair and read a book leisurely. As soon as he arrived at the stadium, he climbed up and down around sports equipment taller than me.

There are a few hairs on the top, three hairs ... There are many photos about childhood in the album! Turn the page with your fingertips, and you are in the stadium that has not been rebuilt. Think about it, and made a less standard "pull-ups".

There are many fitness equipment in the gym. About two old photos, how long has it been since you opened the album? I witnessed the rising and setting of the sun, and my legs seemed to pedal in the air. In a year's time, my parents always watched me quietly during the time when my thoughts were shuttling, so my parents often took me to the stadium to play. Half a year at that time.

5. About the composition of a photo A photo tells a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

6. A 400-word photo composition On Saturday, my mother asked me to tidy my room and open the drawer. When I saw the book Greek Myth, I took it out and flipped through it. A photo fell out and I picked it up. At that time, when I was very young, I skated with Xiaoyu's brother on skates. One morning, brother Xiaoyu and I took a photo hand in hand in front of the community corridor. We smiled brightly and were very happy!

Looking at the photos, my thoughts can't help but go back to that year. When I was five years old, Brother Xiaoyu, who lived near my home, was one year older than me. He skates well. He not only skates fast, but also has a unique skill, that is, the golden rooster is independent, one leg is raised, one leg is slightly crouched, and both hands are raised to keep balance. Adults always praise him, and we all admire him. I also want to be praised. I remember that time. On that day, the study officially kicked off. Before studying, I took a photo with brother Xiaoyu. I quickly put on my skates and slid forward. Unfortunately, my center of gravity was unstable and I fell down. I didn't get discouraged. I practiced again, but I kept wrestling. I'm getting a little impatient. Looking at Xiaoyu's brother, like a professional dancer, he leaned forward and circled quickly, and then stopped firmly in front of me, and his companions gave a burst of applause! I am not reconciled. I always practice and always fall down. Look at me, my legs are bent back, my hands are hanging at my sides, and I am clumsy and slowly moving forward. And Gao Xiao that action is very strange!

Wang Tuo, my mother is calling me again. I suddenly came back to reality from childhood. I quickly put away the photos, closed the drawer and started cleaning!

7. Write an article on the topic of a photo. If you say photos, I really have a photo with my good memories! There are a group of children having a snowball fight in the photo.

It was last winter, I was doing my homework at home, and I heard several cheers from the window: "It's snowing, it's snowing!" " "I looked at it on the window, ah! Really, it snowed heavily in the sky. Before long, there was a thick layer on the ground, which was the biggest snow since I was born!

It's time. I dragged my parents down to play with the children. We are going to have a snowball fight! We are divided into two groups, each group has a division of labor, and some people make a big "snow mountain" as a shield to avoid being hit; The other part is "bullets", and everyone's little hands are red with cold. The war has started, and everyone is trying to crush it. Our team cooperates best, smashing in front and handing "bullets" behind, making the enemy of the other side scream like a bird. At this time, my father took a wonderful moment for us with his camera.

This photo left me a good memory, so I kept it all the time. Every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing.

8. The story composition of a photo Every time I open an album, there are many photos in it.

There is one I think is "the apple of my eye". There is a little me in the photo, snuggling in my parents' arms and smiling so sweetly.

Just when I turned one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos. I'm very, very scared.

My left hand clutched my mother's clothes tightly, as if it were going to fall off. I have a big red balloon in my right hand.

My mother also drew a red beauty spot on my forehead, which set off the red flowers like green leaves. With it, I look more beautiful and lovely. When I started taking pictures, my father smiled from ear to ear; Mom's mouth is smiling like a newly opened peony flower.

I ah! I was looking around, at a loss, and I didn't know I had taken a photo. That looks real, funny and naughty.

My uncle with a camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo. What a happy moment! What a happy life! I like it because it records the happy and sweet life of our family. There are many photos in my closet, but I only like one.

This photo is from this side. In the past summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play together. At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived in Huangguoshu happily by car.

We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then we came to the gate of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. When I looked closer, I saw a lot of water mist flapping on my face, which was very cool.

Approached, a huge white curtain came into view, that is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless drops of water splashing down.

Under the sunshine, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls, shining with dazzling light. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem by Li Bai, a great poet, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days".

Then we move on. Soon, we came to the left of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here. Oh! So this is the filming and singing of Journey to the West-water curtain cave.

So we went in. I walked for a while and then came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, engraved with three concave characters-water curtain cave. Later, I decided to take a photo here.

I saw my uncle's camera click, which left a permanent memory for water curtain cave and me. I like this photo because when I see it, I can clearly see the Huangguoshu Waterfall in my mind.

My favorite photo is a photo taken with a Russian aunt at Zhelin Lake in Yongxiu this May 1 Golden Week. Because this is the first time in my life to take a photo with a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair.

It was a sunny early summer, and a group of nine people, including father, uncle and aunt, came to visit the beautiful Zhelin Lake. There are more than a dozen small islands on the lake, each with its own characteristics.

One of the attractions called "Crocodile Island" is very interesting. Choose beautiful scenery, fresh air and wonderful performances. It is said that there will be two Russian grandmothers performing on 10 in the morning, and our party can't wait to see it for a long time.

After waiting for a long time, I finally got a wonderful performance from two tall Russian aunts. I saw that they sang and danced for a while, and their movements were tacit and beautiful, winning applause from the audience from time to time. I feasted my eyes and enjoyed this exotic national culture, and I couldn't help clapping my hands.

After the performance, my father asked me to take a photo with my Russian aunt. I thought at that time: Will people be "stars" and take photos with our children? At the invitation of my father, I didn't expect a beautiful young Russian aunt to agree. I saw her walk out of the performance site very easygoing, holding my hand and taking a step to a lush forest. She leaned close to me with a smile and let me sit on her lap. Suddenly, I felt like snuggling in my mother's arms, so intoxicated and happy, with a gratified smile on my face.

Click, this moment is fixed as eternity-"My favorite photo" was born. Later, this photo was carefully put into a beautiful photo album and treasured in the depths of my memory ... One photo is on my desk, and another photo is graduation photo, a classmate who graduated from grade six, which is still the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too. I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey.

There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us.

This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away. The students in our class may be the embodiment of their impatience, and they want to act immediately in everything, as long as it is decided or negotiated.

9. A photo is on my desk. There's a picture. I look so proud in the photo. I stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake in the distance.

Looking at this photo, I can't help but think of the scene when my family went to Wuxi to climb Huishan last summer vacation ... At the foot of Huishan, my brother said to me, "Let's have a competition to see who can climb the top first!" " I thought about it: Huishan is not very high. I climbed the Huangshan Mountain. What am I afraid of? ! I want to compete with my brother! In my brother's voice: "Go!" The mountain climbing competition officially started! At first, I ran very fast and kept pace with my brother, leaving my mother and grandmother behind. I was very happy to see the forging and kicking silicon fist. My feet were a little sore before I got halfway, but my brother was as light as before. I'm going to follow closely behind, for fear that I can't keep up with my brother and fall behind. I can't show weakness! Finally, halfway up the mountain, my feet were completely numb and my breathing was as heavy as lead. Gradually, my brother and I pulled away, and my mother passed me. I thought to myself: forget it, forget it! Anyway, the scenery above is no different from that below! I will go up slowly with grandma! Just then, my brother said to me not far away: "Come on! Don't be discouraged! You can't climb such a low mountain! Cut! " Yes! You can't give up halfway! I'm sure I can climb the mountain! After my efforts, I successfully climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the beautiful Taihu Lake … Ah! Just as I was intoxicated with the beautiful scenery, there was a flash of "wiping the card" in front of my eyes. It's my brother! He's taking pictures of me! Seeing that I was looking at him, my brother smiled at me and took a picture of my mother ... Now look at this picture of me, and I still think I remember the last time I climbed Huishan. I like this picture very much! I typed this word for word! My true story.

10. Composition A photo A story of a photo When I opened the photo album, a photo caught my eye. Take the memory express and return to Yunnan Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park. On the day I boarded the "Yulong Snow Mountain", the story behind the photo seemed to happen yesterday-it was a sunny morning, and my mother, many teachers and I went to the Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan by bus. Today we are going to climb a mountain, the Yulong Snow Mountain, the lowest ocean glacier in the world. Because the mountain is very high, the guide bought us tickets to take the cable car. There were so many people on the cable car that we waited for about half an hour before it was our turn to get on. We got on the cable car, and I was a little scared at first. The cable car began to rise slowly, the wind whizzed past my ears, and my heart pounded. It took me a long time to get used to it My brother, who was on a cable car with me, looked excited and not afraid at all. Seeing him like this, I also calmed down. Look down, wow! There are green trees everywhere, and these lush trees are connected into a large piece, like a green ocean. My brother and I shouted happily. In a blink of an eye, we came to the top of the mountain. The tour guide took us to the scenic spot on the top of the snowy mountain and looked at the scenery below. Ah! The scenery seen here is really spectacular! Standing here, you can see a panoramic view of the mountain. You see, the green trees are looming under the mist, and under the illumination of the morning light, they also reflect different colors, just like those seen in fairy tales, so beautiful! It's like seeing a fairyland on earth! I can't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I can't help humming. Just as I was deep in thought, I heard a click. I turned my head and saw that while I was fascinated, it was my uncle who left me this eternal and beautiful memory.

Now every time I see this photo, I will fall into a beautiful memory. . . . .

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On my desk, there is a photo of graduation photo, who graduated from the sixth grade and is my classmate. It is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too.

I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us. This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away.

The students in our class may have turned into their impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything they do. As long as it is decided or negotiated, they will definitely implement it immediately, which makes me inadvertently think of some spicy people. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we have got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." If a classmate in our class is bullied, we are absolutely duty-bound to get justice for her, so it makes salty tears sweet and penetrate into our hearts. ...

A photo can evoke all kinds of interesting things in our wonderful childhood.

Every time I see this photo on the table, I can't help but feel like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.